I should know how to breathe,
I should know how to breathe but something
got caught in my throat years ago.
It might've been the lies you tried to feed me,
but maybe I just choked on my own sobs.
Whatever it was though, caused my body to go pale
and my lips to go blue.
Don't worry though,
I've gotten used to my sunken-in eyes,
and numbed fingertips.
I should know how to breathe but I don't.
They want me to learn again.
They hand out promises like candy,
but I can't taste either.
They promise the remove the obstruction,
they promise to sweeten your memory.
But I'm scared.
I am who I am because I can't breathe.
I am sunken eyes
and blue lips.
Give me breath and I might choke again.

I should know how to breathe but I don't want to.